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Weekly Contest #15
I’m The Real, Unexpected Man-Prophet! The moniker is a burden. There’s no doubt about it. I know all! (I’m told it’s called ‘omniscience’.) Whatever. I remember when I started out, in the beginning. I was always so worried, thinking, “I can do this. Ain’t going to be that tough. What’s the problem? It’s been done before. First of all, I‘ll watch a whole bunch of movies...” (Now, this might seem simplistic, but you haven’t heard the rest of my plan. Okay? (Christ...)) SO, after awhile, I was getting jiggy on the specifics of the job, and who ...
(by Michael Sandels, Age 12) [and then much later] The secret agent crept down the shady street, incognizant of the wordless, peevish, milk-sopped bitch he left behind at home who was his mother. "I beg your pardon?" asked the secret agent, yelling into the steely, powerful blackness. At the same time, in another part of the city, a man typing in his room paused and looked strangely at his typewriter. {Note: I didn't write the above two sentences. They just appeared and i can't seem to delete them. Delete later.} The secret agent, at the foo...
This is written by Michael Sandels, age 12 [and then much older] The secret agent crept down the shady street, incognizant of the wordless, peevish, milk-sopped bitch he left behind at home who was his mother. "I beg your pardon?" asked the secret agent, yelling into the steely, powerful blackness. At the same time, in another part of the city, a man typing in his room paused and looked strangely at his typewriter. {Note: I didn't write the above two sentences. They just appeared and i can't seem to delete them. Delete later.} The secret age...
"Where is it?" "Where is what?" "You know..." Ball and two strikes. "No, I don't know." Denice glared at him. Here's the pitch ... ball, outside. "I can't tell you with S-A-L-L-Y in the room. You know. What we’ve been talking about the last few daaaaays..." How 'bout the crowd tonight, Steve? Isn't this wonderful? Roger looked at her. "You mean the uhhhh ... " It sure is, Jack. Sunday home games have been well-attended all year. "Yes, 'the uhhh.' Did you get it? "Of course." "Where'd you put it?" "You don't wanna do it now, do ya?" "No, I ju...
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